Call Me By Your Name

the speakers. The descent into Lumeria had begun. Outside, the clouds tore apart like curtains, revealing the city bene

in rhythm that came whenever life demanded a new be

aphy for a while. And now, with her camera buried in her tote bag and an old acceptance letter folded neatly bes

ain's voice said, and the wor

uted above the buzz of rolling suitcases, and a live band played near the arrivals exit-bright horns and

he next three months. A new exhibition, a new project. Youth in Focus, the grant proposal had said. Capture

at no one did-was that she had come to

d sign with her name printed in slanted letters. "Miss Amara," he gree

rasts: glass towers leaning over narrow streets lined with hawkers selling grilled plantains and bright swaths of Ankara fabri

a stayed zipp

ver asked as they crossed the lo

time here, yes. But... i

eria is. She remembers peopl

r here-the strange pull of a place that whisper

f Marovia. It smelled faintly of rain and hibiscus tea. The landlady, Mama Thebe, met her

id, studying her with kind but assessing eyes

ht cry, but she managed a weak laugh instead.

ood. Lumeria likes people who ar

the window, the city pulsed with life. Children ran barefoot in the alley, the smel

nds felt unfamiliar. Her fingers trembled as she turned the lens, wip

e of the sleeping city below, and exhaled. Th

came w

r camera, stepping out into the drizzle. The streets smelled of coffee, wet earth, and exhau

ddles, the woman balancing a basket of oranges, the old man mending sh

bout why she had come. Th

stalls glowed like jewels-scarlet, gold, indigo. She raised her camera and ca

tiful

ned, st

ped slowly at its edge. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing strong forearms str

re you," he said, stepping c

ng her camera a little tighter. "

umerian, the kind that rolled softly but carri

y project," she said. "Trying t

ood place to start." He glanced around the bustling

near a stall, their voices rising above the rain. She turned instinctively, r

slipped fro

ike her heart splitting open. She crouched quickly, panic flooding her veins. Th

, her hands trembling as

rouched beside her, his expression unr

, her voice cracking. "I j

ing the damage. "You might be lucky," he said. "I

own her hair, frustration burning in

w what it's like to lose somethin

t made her pause. His eyes held a s

fully. "There's a repair shop not far fr

otested, though her vo

lm but firm, the kind that didn'

streets glazed in silver. Amara glanced at him occasionally, curiosity tugging at her.

he owner, spoke a few words in Lumerian, and waited while th

k in two days," he

but before she could than

he said. "K

her chest like a s

s hand. His palm was warm, st

t in his eyes. "Your driver told me. You

surprised.

asing her hand. "Lumeri

drizzle with that quiet, commanding grace that

falling softly on her shoulders. Her heart

caught in the glass window-eyes wide, breath shallow, camer

t was the beginning of a story

y in the distance, she found herself

ir

it felt lik